AN: So this is a celebrity AU with singer!Caroline and actor!Klaus. But, most importantly, it's a birthday gift to one of the most amazing supportive people I met in this fandom - Tay aka candicemorgan on tumblr. So again, Happy Birthday Taylor, I hope all your wishes come true because you deserve it and so much more *hugs*
NSFW. There are also bits here that were slightly inspired by real-life events. Paragraphs in italics signify newspaper articles or flashbacks. Hope you like!
Beta work by garglyswoof (and trust me, it was a LOT of work!) - thank you :)
"Baby, I could build a castle
Out of all the bricks they threw at me."
(Taylor Swift, New Romantics)
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Latest News: Carebear going stag to MET Gala!
Despite assurances from both sides that the Forbes-Salvatore relationship is rock-solid, our sources tell us the reality might not be as peachy as PR reps are painting it to be. After a tropical Bali vacation in March, the couple hasn't seen each other for weeks now, with Salvatore busy shooting his new movie overseas alongside his co-star/ex-fiancee Elena Petrova. All of it only adds to the tension caused by the release and subsequent flop of his autobiography in January. Christened "The Broody Diaries" by the anti-fans, the actor revealed quite a few intimate details about his relationship with Forbes in the memoir, so the cool-down between the two seems inevitable. The fact that Salvatore won't be there to support his girlfriend when she co-hosts the most exclusive party of the year speaks for itself.
Caroline Forbes (27), TV show actress turned pop star turned American sweetheart met Stefan Salvatore (29) at Lexi Branson's (their mutual friend) party almost two years ago. After the quiet and steady blossoming of their relationship, so uncharacteristic for Caroline whose presence in the media is overwhelming, the couple…
"Ugh!" Caroline scoffed, shoving the offending newspaper at Katherine and silently thanking her stylist, Enzo, for making her wear sunglasses in all kinds of weather. At least no paparazzo would take a pic of her scowling at yet another article dissecting her love life. "Can you believe it?"
Katherine took a quick glance at it before she passed it over to Bonnie dismissively and went back to her dirty martini. It might be just after noon but the brunette had never been one to care about image. Or diet. The heiress of the Pierce fashion empire had gone through her fair share of scandal, always quoting her favourite, Mae West, when asked about her tarnished reputation:
'I lost my reputation and I never missed it.'
Caroline envied her sometimes.
"I can believe that. What I can't believe is that you care what that rag says." The brunette rolled her eyes at Caroline. "Hitting too close to truth this time?"
"Katherine!" Bonnie hissed.
"What?" she shrugged unapologetically. "Like you weren't egging her on to end it with Broody Boy after that stunt he pulled. That pseudo-artistic writing of his is a gift that keeps on giving."
"I might've but it's still Care's decision, Kat."
They both looked at the blonde, eyebrows raised expectantly. Caroline let out a resigned sigh - if her friends put their minds to something, there was no escaping them. Still, she wouldn't trade them for anything, the three always sticking together in the midst of both personal and media dramas. "It wasn't that bad," she said weakly, knowing it wouldn't convince them in the least.
Because it was that bad.
Katherine was having none of it. "So he hasn't implied some bullshit about how you've been planning your June wedding pretty much since the day you met him?"
"Or alluded to your sex life? Basically called you clingy? His star is fading and he's trying to make himself relevant again. You deserve better, Care," Bonnie added, reaching out to hold her hand.
Caroline nodded along. Deep down, she knew they were right. She did deserve better.
If only it were that simple.
Rolling Stone : April 2016
Caroline Forbes on her newest album and life in New York
Exclusive Interview
(...)
We sit in the kitchen, a barefoot Forbes flitting between the fridge and the table, offering an impressively varying assortment of pastries and drinks. "I like to be prepared," she says with an adorable shrug. When asked about her latest album, 'Perhaps One Day' and how different it is compared to her previous works, Caroline answers, "it was just time for a change, you know? Of course, everything I've ever written remains very important to me, but, as an artist, it's also important to develop, to explore new things. So as I change, my music changes with me and one of the things I love about it is that my fans get to experience that journey with me."
When the topic shifts to a certain number one Billboard Top 100 track, Caroline gets slightly uneasy, her fingers nervously tapping against the table. I ask her about the circulating rumours regarding her single, "A Whole World Out There" and its relation to her 3-episode long stunt in supernatural drama "Chronicles of the Undead" six years ago. She hesitates before she answers, "Yes, it is a tribute to that time in my life in a way. I was 21, just starting in LA, struggling to pay my bills. I auditioned for pretty much everything and anything and sent my records to any label I could think of. So even if it was only for a few episodes, the role of Candice was a godsend. Starring alongside Klaus Mikaelson really put me on the map. The words his character uses, this ancient sophisticated being that seduces young Candice with all the possibilities that life has to offer, really struck a chord with me. So this record shows where I came from and how far I've come."
Forbes' and Mikaelson's chemistry was widely acclaimed but the two were never connected romantically, and after "Chronicles" their career paths haven't…
Caroline's fingers clutched tightly on the magazine. "Seduces with possibilities," she mumbled, sinking further into her couch, as if she could hide and become invisible to the outer world. It hadn't been her first interview by any means, how come she had let her tongue loosen like that? She could just imagine Klaus' annoying smirk as he read it, those way-too-distracting dimples cutting his cheeks.
Klaus Mikaelson. From those Mikaelsons - the golden Hollywood family right from across the ocean. His mother, Ether, was an Oscar-winning actress, one of the most popular in the 70s while Mikael, his father, became her manager after his own career had flopped. Kol, his younger brother, was an independent movie director and his sister, Rebekah, an Olympic gymnast. The only person who wasn't quite as famous in the family was Elijah, who preferred to stay behind the scenes as a human rights lawyer working for the UN.
With a background like his, Klaus had been pretty much guaranteed a spotlight in show business. But what had unnerved Caroline was that he actually had talent and charisma to back it up.
Liar. That wasn't what unnerved her. Not really.
She remembered those weeks on set, how he'd held her hand in greeting and her skin had prickled with awareness, those kissable raspberry lips stretching in his signature smirk. He would enter a room and attract attention instantly, just with his stance and magnetic stare. Mysterious, deadly calm and relentless - he hadn't acted like diva or a spoilt child, like so many celebrities born into show business. People valued his opinion, whether it was suggestions for his own character's arc or instructions barked to the cameraman - the latter he would propose solely to steer her attention away from stress and ensure the operator caught the best possible angle for her.
It had been fucking sweet and Caroline had known he meant trouble. She might've covered their connection with biting words and eye-rolling, but the truth was she had fallen too deep right from the start - even if she had made sure no one knew about it. It was enough that after all those years she was painfully aware of it. How sad was it that she could barely remember the last time she'd talked to Stefan - her boyfriend of two years - but if she closed her eyes and focused, she could almost hear Klaus' raspy voice whispering in her ear?
"Hello, Caroline."
Two short words and she shivered involuntarily, his voice drawing goosebumps on her skin. A scoff left her mouth in response as she took a look around to notice no one paying them any attention. This early the set was practically empty, only a few PAs running around to prepare the scenery for the upcoming shooting. Caroline had arrived almost at first dawn, determined to go over today's scenes and figure out all the logistic details. She had taken drama as a minor in college and even starred in a few plays - mostly musicals - but a role in an actual TV show was a bit outside of her experience.
Not for long, though, if Caroline had anything to say in the matter. This show could be her ticket to paid bills and opened doors - ones that remained stubbornly shut at the moment. And damn her if she were to waste that chance. Mr. Sexy Dimples who was just too hot for his own good (and hers) certainly wouldn't divert her from her goals.
"You know, love, there's hardly anyone here, you can stop pretending you hate me for a while," Klaus drawled, a smug expression filling his features as he plopped onto the chair next to hers.
"Arrogant much?" Caroline rolled her eyes, "If you must know, I thought you were a prick from the start."
"Ouch. Not wasting your acting skills to soothe my ego, I see."
Shrugging, she stated matter-of-factly, "Well, even my capacity for pretending has its limits."
Klaus' gaze wandered over her intently before he replied, his tone serious, "You will have to remedy that to make it in this business, love. And considering that glorious voice of yours, I have no doubt you will."
"Excuse me? Whenever have you heard me sing?!"
He swept the tip of his tongue over his lower lip and the gesture proved to be very much distracting, although not as distracting as the admiring glance he shot her way. "The staircase where you usually sit and practice is right outside my dressing room, sweetheart."
"Oh." Her cheeks reddened slightly, her eyes cast to the floor.
Leaning towards her, Klaus tipped her chin, "No need to be embarrassed, Caroline. It's the most delightful part of my day, I assure you."
"Right." Quickly - but not quickly enough - she darted away from his burning touch. "Somehow you don't really seem like a pop music type."
"And what would you peg me for?"
Caroline narrowed her eyes at him and bit one her lips playfully, feigning concentration before saying, "Classic rock, probably. Sympathy for the Devil, Highway to Hell, that sort of thing."
Chuckling, Klaus motioned towards the script in his hands. "You mistake me with my character, sweetheart," he mused with a devilish grin that very much contradicted his words. "Speaking of which, we should probably get around to rehearsing today's scene." Seeing the confusion on her face, he added, "That's what you came in for early, isn't it? To practice?"
She had, but had never expected an award-winning, blockbuster star to get to work just as early and offer help to the rookie that she undoubtedly was. Nevertheless, that was what had happened and as the dawn progressed into morning, Klaus managed to inflict the sweetest kind of torture on her. For over an hour, his lilting accent caressed her skin and his fingers brushed, in the lightest of touches, against places she would never imagine to be erogenous zones, leaving Caroline a trembling mess after a mere rehearsal.
She was so screwed.
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Running her hands down the fabric of her dress, Caroline closed her eyes and let out a deep contented sigh, revelling in the heavenly texture. Her stomach fluttered at the thought of seeing Klaus again after all those years. After her career had taken off, she had moved to New York and he had stayed in LA, circling between the States and his estate outside of London (not that she had been keeping track). Even during various awards and functions throughout the years, they had found themselves in opposite corners and at different afterparties.
It wouldn't be the case this time, though. Her gaze flicked towards the lavish bouquet of amaryllis belladonnas paired with light red carnations that had been sent to her just hours ago, and she smiled in spite of herself.
Splendid beauty, pride, admiration - yes, she had totally checked what these particular flowers stood for.
This was right up Klaus' alley, she realized. He wouldn't just send any flowers - no, he would send the ones whose meaning made her blood boil and her cheeks blush. And the fact was, even though he was physically absent in her life, somehow, he was still always there. There, in the far dark corner of her mind, with all his piercing words, stunning promises and gifts that caused her breath to catch in her throat.
After the launch of her first album, he had sent her an ornate antique gramophone with an accompanying note stating his present 'merely preceded the trophies she would receive during award season'. Janis Joplin's guitar followed- and she had honestly intended to give it back, calling it too extravagant - but she hadn't had the heart to do so. Especially when it'd been paired with a drawing of her, sitting on that staircase just outside of his dressing room, playing her guitar and singing. And a caption:
Someday, people will collect the instruments your fingers used to play.
Damn him and his charming long-distance years-long courting - like it would've been even possible for her to forget about him. No, some things remained carved out in your memory just like some people sank into you skin deep.
Stefan asked about those gifts sometimes, wary of the uncontained happiness that spread on her face whenever one of them appeared at her doorstep. Perhaps he had his suspicions, but at the same time, it seemed he had never cared enough to confront her. It was relief that washed over her as she thought back to the conversation they'd just had a day ago. Their break-up, conducted over the phone, had been as lackluster as the rest of their relationship. She had tried - and loved - as she was sure Stefan had done at some point, but when it came to certain things, compatibility could only carry a relationship for so long. Now, the overwhelming feeling of freedom was like a breath of fresh air, and in the end, Caroline knew it had been the right decision.
Blood-red lipstick staining her mouth, she smoothed some non-existent creases, eyes carefully raking over her reflection in the mirror. Diamond earrings dangled and sparkled when she tugged a loose stubborn curl behind her ear. The make-up artist had done one hell of a job because her complexion was radiant. The bodice of her dress hugged her breasts perfectly and the sheer diamond-studded material accentuated her lean legs. But it was the excitement simmering in her eyes that really put a final touch to her look.
"Not girly little Caroline anymore," she said with a half smile, picking up a clutch and turning off the lights on her way out.
Arousal coiled in her belly as he pressed her against the wall with his body, fingers sinking into her hair. Their mouths were fused together, moving in a slow languid dance while their hands tugged at their clothes. His lips were firm against hers and she was fighting the urge to trace their soft lines with her tongue. She was dangerously close to losing all of her control and moaning his name out loud and then he did that thing with his -
"Cut!" Silas' voice cut through the haze of her mind and Caroline was out of the door in an instant, ignoring the low hum of intrigued whispers among the crew. For once, she didn't care - let them talk, but for god's sake, she needed a breather, otherwise she would jump him then and there.
That would probably give them something to talk about for the next decade.
Struggling to calm her ragged breathing, Caroline leaned her forehead against the wall, the surface cool against her burning skin. Damn him. She tried so hard not to sink in the depth of his eyes, not to lose herself in the magnetic pull between them. He was all-absorbing, enigmatic and relentless and he wanted her. And if she wasn't careful enough, she would step right off the cliff and let the tide carry her, wherever it went. Regardless of the course she had set for herself, damn the consequences. No, she couldn't - wouldn't - allow this to happen.
Unfortunately, Klaus was right behind her, with no intention of giving her a chance to regain her composure.
His breath was hot on her neck as he stepped nearer, one hand placed against the wall beside her head, the other settled on her waist. His fingers ran along her side as his nose nudged her hair, inhaling her scent. "Honey and pear. I couldn't quite figure it out. It was driving me bloody insane," he whispered, branding the slope of her neck with the touch of his mouth. It was a ghost of a kiss but she shivered nonetheless, teeth biting on her lower lip so hard she drew blood.
She wanted to say he should stop and she wanted to say he was driving her mad. She wanted to run away and she wanted to pull her body flush against his. She needed to keep herself in line but also, she needed so badly to fall over the edge.
"Caroline." Klaus' voice coated her name like honey, the vowels stretched and lilting, as if he savoured them on the tip of his tongue.
She felt his hands enclose over hers, one, and then the other. A gasp escaped her mouth before she could catch it. It must have been no more than few minutes since she'd run out, but to her it was like an eternity. Everything around them faded, the people, the voices, the bustle of the crew.
All it took was a brush of his stubble against her cheek and she stepped over that line.
Spinning in his arms, Caroline moaned as Klaus' lips clashed over hers, her hands cupping his cheeks. She had dreamt of devouring that mouth, how it would taste and the way his jaw would fit perfectly against her palm. And just like with most dreams, it wasn't quite like what she had imagined. Their kisses were hungry and messy, with the lingering flavour of coffee hitting her tastebuds and his stubble scratching against her hand. But it was that much better and she would never change it for fresh mint and shaved skin because this, right now? It was real,it made her knees buckle, and she only wanted more.
They stumbled into his dressing room, fumbling with each other's clothes but not fully getting them off - too busy with the frenzied dance of their lips on skin. She scraped his jaw with her teeth, making him growl, only for her to swallow the sound with another greedy kiss. They danced around the room, bashing against the furniture, the crashing sounds reverberating across the walls. Perhaps she was too far gone to care, Caroline thought as the back of her thighs hit the cabinet. Maybe someone would hear but the thought was nothing compared to the rough feel of his fingers digging into her hipbones as he scooped her up and propped her on the wooden surface. Her legs rushed to trap him in their hold of their own accord and a hoarse groan left her mouth once she felt the length of Klaus' cock brushing against her slit. Desperate, she started rubbing against him - he was already hard and her panties were soaked and all she wanted was him inside of her but that would require them to actually shed some clothes and separate.
Caroline whined, protesting at the mere idea of it.
Klaus seemed to understand though and he pushed her harder against him, frantically searching for more friction. Her toes curled and she could almost feel her release approaching, the sensation of her body flush against his, his mouth sucking on her pulse point, his fingertip pressing against her clit through the material of her knickers taking her further and further towards the edge. There were whispers on her skin that left his lips and through the rush of blood in her head and the mist of lust, Caroline couldn't quite make out what he said until she willed herself to focus.
"My sweet Caroline," Klaus murmured, nipping at her earlobe, "Mine."
Mine. Mine. Mine. Over and over again.
His.
Everything in her answered 'yes', her body arching closer to his but her mind cleared and it screamed 'no' as the wave of panic set in.
No.
In an instant, Caroline pushed him off herself and scrambled away, hurriedly fixing her clothes and hair. Determined not to look at him, to just make herself presentable and get as far away as possible, take time to put her walls back up. Only they had a scene to shoot and it was so not an option and damn, how could she feel so fucking good one moment, to become completely miserable the next? Stealing a quick glance of him, she noticed his features marred with confusion, his unruly curls dishevelled even more by her fingers and these perfectly shaped lips swollen by her ravenous mouth. She wanted to close the distance between them, she did, but then Klaus took a step forward and she felt as spooked as a wounded animal. Confusion turned to hurt turned to cold regard on his face as he watched her slowly retreat towards the door, shaking her head as she let out a shaky breath. "I can't."
It was for the best.
The dull thud of door shutting behind her rang in her ears for the rest of the day.
He was staring at her from across the room. She could feel it, the burn of his gaze, the intensity roiling in those ocean blue eyes that left her quivering even from that distance. Although with them, as Caroline had already learnt, the distance didn't seem to matter at all. Because she may have been busy as hell and happy and dancing on her own for a while there - but she still, compared any man that began to mean something to her to him. She had written her album and thought of him and subconsciously - or maybe accidentally on purpose - named it 'Perhaps One Day'. She had known he would come to view it as a challenge or as an invitation, even if he wouldn't expect her to leave her door wide open for him. No, he would be ready to sneak his way back in, just like he had been doing with all these gifts over the years - a clear sign he hadn't quite forgotten about her either.
With a soft sigh, Caroline drew her eyes up and cast a glance to the other side of Great Hall, only to find Klaus boring his gaze into her and following her every move. The Old Hollywood theme of the evening suited him well - the exceptional midnight blue tux paired with a jaunty little bowtie giving him the irresistible flair of Cary Grant or Gary Cooper. Letting her own eyes wander for a moment, taking in the dashing view before her, she tried to ignore how shallow her breathing had become since having seen him again.
Because dammit, the way he looked at her still held the power to knock the air out of her lungs. And she had said it to herself earlier tonight and she would repeat it again and again because it was very much true. She was not girly little Caroline anymore. She had ventured out and seen the world and made a name for herself. Perhaps when she was younger she had feared that all-consuming feeling he had never failed to invoke in her because she had things to achieve and places to conquer. And so she achieved and she conquered and with the experience came that notion that maybe she wouldn't lose herself in that feeling - she would flourish. After all, there was a whole world out there waiting for her. She just had to be brave enough to reach out and take it.
Delighting in Klaus' surprised features, the subtle quirk of his brow as he saw her approaching, Caroline made her way across the room.
On second thought, taking Jesse as her date might not have been the best idea. Especially since it'd only been two days since 'the incident'.
And by incident she meant almost getting her brains fucked out by Klaus-freaking-Mikaelson.
But they had finished shooting and it was time for a celebratory party - it would raise questions if she didn't attend, but on the other hand Caroline didn't want to chance showing up alone. Using Jesse, one of the set assistants, as a buffer probably wasn't fair to him but it was a matter of her own survival, at least in a way.
To her surprise, Klaus hadn't broached the subject directly, seeming to agree with her plea to keep things between them professional. But the invitation was there, heating up his gaze any time it locked with hers. It was concealed in every touch that was just a little too tender, a bit too enticing to be considered acting. She had managed through it without succumbing to temptation again, fulfilled her contractual episode count.
It had been an option, with her character being well-received, but she wouldn't be back next season. One of the writers had listened to her demo, got it through to a friend in a record company - and they'd turned out to be interested. Things were finally looking up for her and that was what she needed to focus all her energy on. And Klaus…
Things with Klaus were complicated.
What a freaking understatement.
Caroline wasn't naive, she knew he wanted her - but for how long? Even if it wasn't an extravagant whim of a celebrity actor, their circumstances were widely different. He'd been in this business since forever, established himself as someone of renown during all his years in Hollywood. She was 21, just toeing the line of fame with a career that had barely started to bloom. Was it so foolish that she didn't want to be known as Klaus Mikaelson's girlfriend, a wannabe starlet that bought her ticket to fame by dating someone more successful than her? Singing had been her passion since childhood and she was in it for the long haul. The game had just kicked off for her and she would be damned if she allowed herself to be overshadowed by a big star boyfriend.
She would do everything in her power to get him out of her mind and perhaps she would even be able to tonight if it weren't for the fact Klaus was fast approaching, his stare fixed on her. Excusing her date, she got away from the bar and headed towards the bathrooms, not looking back. Which she realized was a mistake, as soon she felt a hand close around her forearm and pull her into the nearest room. Dark, small and stuffy.
Supply storage. Fan-fucking-tastic.
"Good evening, sweetheart. I must say you look ravishing tonight," Klaus drawled, his raspy voice sending shivers down her spine as he leaned against the door, tactically blocking her way out.
Trying to keep her own voice down, she hissed, "Are you out of your mind?! What if someone saw?"
"I don't care."
"I care!" she snapped, smacking his chest. "You may not but I care. It's not you they'll call gold digger. It's me. It's my career at stake and it's me who people will accuse of making it through sleeping with you."
Her voice faltered and Klaus' gaze softened immediately. He covered her hand resting on his chest with his own, soothingly drawing circles on her palm with his thumb.
"What are you really afraid of, Caroline?"
You. I'm afraid of you.
It was on the tip of her tongue but she said nothing. Silence stretched between them and the air seemed to thicken with all those words that were left unsaid. Seconds passed by tortuously slow, a dreadful feeling of uncertainty covering her like sweat as she swallowed, weighing whether any sentence could even leave her dry throat. Casting her gaze sideways, she took a deep breath, desperate to focus on something mundane, but that wasn't easy with Klaus so close to her. She could almost hear the beating of their hearts, the frantic pace of beat-beat-beat challenging her to respond.
But she stayed silent, instead freeing her hand from his grasp, and the moment broke as if a spell was cast off.
Hope that had simmered in his eyes before was dimmed now by understanding, and even though he remained close, it seemed like he was ready to walk away. Hands on her arms, he leaned toward her, his forehead just next to hers, a ghost of a touch. Their eyes met and Caroline could feel something surge between them, a magnetic pull of energy, inexplicable connection like the one between their characters on screen. It took everything in her to ignore it and then, his breath warmed her face, his voice a soft promise on her skin as he spoke, "Perhaps one day, then."
With that, he gently tore her away from him and opened the door.
There was nothing left to say, and they quietly returned to the party, one after the other. Caroline kept telling herself she didn't care while she busied herself with idle conversation, drank and flirted. She didn't care that Klaus took her rejection to heart and didn't spare her another glance. She didn't care that he gifted that smug smirk of his to someone else. That he seemed enthralled in a conversation that didn't include her.
And as she watched him leave the bar that night, she didn't care that he left with someone else.
Hours later, only the bathroom mirror saw her tears.
The beat of music echoed against her skin as blood rushed in her veins. His breath enveloped her cheeks and neck while his hand warmed her waist, a finger sneaking its way beneath the cut-outs in her dress and flirting with the bare skin there. Their bodies swayed and bounced to the rhythm in perfect unison and it seemed as if they were the only people moving on the dancefloor, the rest of the crowd standing still and watching them. Someone might've even shot a video or taken a picture for all Caroline knew - and yet she didn't care.
A devilish grin spreading over his lips, Klaus expertly swirled her around and then dipped her low, people around them cheering enthusiastically. It was a bit of a new gossip for them, a spark of excitement to get them through yet another stuffy event. Well, what was a catchy new rumour for them to spread was one of those take-my-breath-away, make-my-heart-skip-a-beat moments for her.
Life was a funny little thing sometimes, Caroline mused, smirking to herself.
Klaus' raspy voice reached her ear when he pulled her closer, one palm covering the small of her back while the other attached to her hip. "What's on your mind, love?" he asked, leading them into another step sequence.
He had always been able to register the smallest changes in her demeanor, the galaxy of expressions that painted her features - and that thought brought a bright red-lipped smile to her face. "Lots of things," she replied cheekily, inviting him to play with a coy look she cast down to his hand resting on her body.
"Should I guess?" Klaus answered her call with a question. "Or should I just step on your toes until you tell me?" Lowering her to dip again, he turned the playful banter into something else entirely with a soft stroke of his fingers along her side, his caress sending shivers along the column of her spine.
"You wouldn't dare," she chuckled at both his words and the ticklish feeling his touch left on her skin. "The great Klaus Mikaelson a lousy dancer? The press would have a field day, you know." Her teasing words chimed in his ear as she shifted her body closer to his, sending the ball back to his court.
Goosebumps rose along her skin as his fingertips danced on her nape, his head dipping till their foreheads grazed against each other. "I'm fairly certain the answer would be worth my ruined reputation, sweetheart," Klaus said, and her breath caught as they danced, his mouth just inches away from hers. It was so tempting, to just lean forward a bit and trail her tongue along his raspberry lips, to find out whether his taste had changed after all these years.
Before she could do that, Klaus spun her, tugging her back against his chest and head craning lower so that his whisper settled over her shoulder. "Look at them, Caroline" he spoke gently, the lilt of his accent curling around the vowels of her name. "They all think this is our first dance, you see. When the truth is, we've been dancing for years now, love."
A shudder coursing through her at the words, she turned in his arms and sneaked a glance at him from under her lashes. "You know what I think about, Klaus?" she asked, running her finger down his chest teasingly, enjoying the way his muscles flexed under the touch. "I think - no - I know I want to finish that kiss. The one from six years ago?"
Their eyes met just as a slower jazz tune filled the ballroom and the unadulterated longing that smoldered in the depths of his ocean blues was all the response Caroline needed. When Klaus' lips curved in the most sultry smile and his grip on her tightened, she was sure they would finish what they'd started in that dressing room and more.
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Latest News: Klaroline MET video goes viral!
After sifting through all these red carpet photos, we certainly know who was hot and who was not. But there was one pair in particular at the Met Gala who were hot for each other! The video of Caroline Forbes and Klaus Mikaelson, former (and brief) co-stars in "Chronicles of the Undead" - or Klaroline as they've been dubbed by the internet - has been posted on every major social media site. The couple getting their groove on to Beyonce's 'Crazy in Love', all carefree and cosy, is gathering likes, reblogs and retweets left and right. The fact that both Forbes and Mikaelson have been nowhere to be seen since the party finished in the early hours of the morning a day ago just spices everything up, doesn't it?
This piece of news definitely paints the latest rumours about a looming break-up between Carebear and her boyfriend of almost two years, Stefan Salvatore, in a different light. The couple has been reported to have problems on many occasions in the last few months and this viral video just adds fuel to the fire. Is Klaus Mikaelson the reason behind the end of the America's golden couple? Forbes' dating history is notorious to say the least, is she really ditching her most stable relationship for a fling? Our sources tell us…
Ocean breeze and shy morning sun slowly made their way into the bungalow. The bedroom was spacy but slightly trashed, with a few pieces of furniture carelessly knocked over and a floor strewn with clothes. The bed sat at a weird angle to the wall, with sheets rumpled around the two naked bodies pressed closely together.
They had flown to Klaus' little island in the Caribbean via her private jet just after having left the Metropolitan Museum. By the time they reached the airport, Klaus had managed to rip her thong and bring her to orgasm number one with just his fingers. Then they had proceeded to christen her jet's leather sofa, only to stumble impatiently into his summer house a few hours later, Caroline's orgasm count rounding up into double digits as the day matured into the late afternoon and then turned to night and dawn.
And she had reciprocated plenty.
The next day met them without a care in a world. Clad only in Klaus' Henley, Caroline lay against his chest, her back to him, his arm slung loosely around her waist as she read some of the gossip the most bloodthirsty tabloids had already been revelling in. Normally in a situation like this she would already be in contact with her PR team, but this was no stunt to get media attention. This time, with her head tucked against his chin and their joint arousal still coating her inner thighs, Caroline just couldn't bring herself to care.
"In her pre-Salvatore era, Forbes was known to jump into one relationship after another and it seems like old habits die hard. Mikaelson, on the other hand, appears to be taking an opportunity to create any kind of buzz to promote his upcoming movie - the first one with him in the role of director," Caroline read, rolling her eyes. "So apparently I'm a clingy serial-dater girl and you a jerk that's taking advantage for press. Seriously, the least they could do was come up with something better," she quipped, her silky curls tickling his chin as she shook her head.
Klaus merely scoffed, pressing a kiss to Caroline's temple, "As if I needed more buzz for this movie."
"Exactly! And what is that, naming periods in my life after the men I've dated? Sexist much?" With his lips still on her skin, she could feel them stretch in a grin so she tilted her head a bit to look at Klaus, only to have her suspicions confirmed. "What are you smiling about?"
"I just love how your skin flushes in this righteous anger, love. You look positively delicious." With a delighted purr, he nibbled on her earlobe but not for long as Caroline swiftly spun in his relaxed embrace and playfully pinned him to her bed.
"Not so fast. What about my righteous anger at you? You know, at ripping apart my diamond-encrusted, one of a kind, designed specifically for me dress?" she motioned towards the scraps lying across the room, the embedded diamonds scattered on the floor amongst them.
A victorious smirk lit up his face, making him look entirely too pleased with himself. "Casualty of the cause, love." Angling his head, he pressed his lips to the inside of her forearm in a feather-like kiss.
She quivered under the caress, Klaus undoubtedly noticing if his smile growing even wider was any indication. "That cause being what? You getting laid?" she taunted, a corner of her mouth quirking up as she tried to keep any vulnerability out of her voice. A shriek of surprise echoed across the bedroom when he unexpectedly flipped her back under him, his face scrunched up in distaste.
"You know it's more than that, Caroline. You wouldn't name your album the way you did otherwise," he spoke with a stern expression marring his handsome face.
Maybe it was the raw honesty tinging his words or the way he went on to worship her body, adorning every single inch with open-mouthed kisses. A ghost of a touch to her eyelids, a lick of tongue against her pulse point, fingers sneaking under the hem of his Henley; stroking, brushing, wandering - as if on a mission to memorize every part of her. Maybe it was how they had tiptoed around each other for years and now that she had stepped into his arms, they felt like the right ones to embrace her as they danced. Whatever it was, it let the words out of her mouth and when they flew, they sounded like a promise. "Perhaps one day," she whispered, slowly hooking her feet by his back and trapping him in the cradle of her legs, her eyes boring into his.
Something simmered in those blue irises and they turned dark, the intensity of his stare like flickers of fire against her skin. Holding her gaze, Klaus propped himself on his elbows on either side of her head. "And that day has come," he sighed into her mouth as he entered her. His head fell and a sigh turned into a guttural groan in the crook of her neck as he started moving his hips, sheathing himself in her heat completely.
Caroline's thighs trembled and muscles burned from all the other times they had fucked throughout the previous night, her inner walls sensitive to the border between pleasure and pain. She couldn't help but notice how gentle Klaus was with her, all soft strokes and tender brushes of his hand. But that wasn't them and she craved long, hard thrusts that became faster and faster and the rough touch of his fingers kneading her flesh.
The bite of her teeth in his arm must have conveyed her frustration just right because Klaus lifted his head, meeting her demanding gaze as she let out hoarsely, "I want to feel you. In every inch of my body."
But with that annoying smirk, he kept teasing her, the bastard, his thrusts becoming shallow, barely scraping that need she had inside of her and she wanted so much more. "Klaus," she gritted her teeth, nails digging into his back.
He took hold of her hands and pressed them into the mattress, slowly sweeping his tongue over his luscious lips, her eyes following the move. "Say it again," he demanded, pushing into her a little further but not nearly deep enough.
"I want you."
His voice was both honey and steel as he growled with another swirl of his hips, "My name."
"Klaus." Despite the ache in her muscles, she tightened the hold of her legs, pushing him closer. "Klaus," she croaked her plea, head swaying back as he buried himself in her core to the hilt. "Klaus!" A strained cry when he pulled out, only to pound into her again, fast and deep and rough, just like she wanted.
The room listened to their violent symphony of moans, and through the haze of teeth sank in flesh, dirty words kissed into skin and promises written in flesh by their hands, Caroline felt tension coil in her belly, a wave of heat as Klaus spilled his release into her, coming with her name on his lips. Just one hard press of his thumb to her clit sent her over the edge too and she shuddered and trembled around him as they rode out the last aftershocks of their orgasm together.
Shifting slightly to his side, Klaus tugged her flush against him and she nuzzled into that cosy place under his chin. Her hand rested on his chest and he covered it in his own, the other tracing patterns on her back.
It was the calm before the storm, but they had one last peaceful day before all the media insanity.
Perhaps only time would tell whether that one day would turn into two, into weeks and years, and whether they would last till the after credits of an epic movie. But somehow Caroline knew, this soft melody playing in her head telling her she had finally found the perfect dance partner.
[A few years later...]
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Just finished sketching a gorgeous white dress for the stunning CandyRockForbes ! Hope this one doesn't end up torn 😈
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AN: *nervous pacing* So how did you like this one? Did the format and pace of the story worked, with all the flashbacks and article bits? I did use a bit of Hiddleswift romance here but I hope I managed to make it 100% Klaroline :) What did you like or didn't like about the story? Please, share your thoughts with me :)
Till next time,
Kate